Sixteenth Match [Accidental Video]

[kyokugen_sun]

[When the feed clicks on, it is very quickly apparent that the device turned on on its own, since it's owner is in bed and asleep. And cuddled with Poland, who is also asleep and wearing is a dress. Kogaryuu is nestled on the blankets against Ryohei's back. At least one empty alcohol bottle can be seen in the corner of the frame

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1/?

[watchful_knight]

2/?

[watchful_knight]

[The sound of someone who wants to say something but stops himself before talking]

3/4

[watchful_knight]

[And another try]

4/4

[watchful_knight]

...

[Yeah, no words for that.]

[reckless_eagle]

[Yawns and snuggles closer to the stranger, the way he would if it were Liet. He moves around a lot in his sleep, and his skirts are messed up a bit. Ankle alert!]

[watchful_knight]

[What should he even call that gut wrenching feeling in his stomach, this doesn't make any sense and he has no idea what it is. (Spoiler: Jealousy is definitely among those feelings) ...And really, he doesn't want to see more of this. Shutting off the feed and staring at his device for about an hour before deciding to not ask Poland about this and try to forget about it. WHAT WAS THAT.]

[reckless_eagle]

[Not long after that, Poland comes home, dressed like a boy again, looking more than a little uncomfortable and nervous.]

Hey, Liet. What's up?

[watchful_knight]

Do- do you want to try out that shampoo for the horses now?

[It's on the table, all set up with some towels and everything so they can carry it down to the makeshift stable tearoom.]

[reckless_eagle]

[Does he have an excuse other than "I don't want to hang out with you because I know you're going to scold me for being rude to Pakistan then disappearing all night, and I'm still feeling hurt and bitter after having to see you two together"?]

[...No. No, he does not.]

Oh... I totally forgot about that. Um, sure!

[watchful_knight]

[He nods and picks up the basket, then cocks his head slightly, wondering... and then he goes back to normal without saying anything about it.]

What would you like for dinner?

[reckless_eagle]

Whatever, I guess. Something light? I'm like, not really hungry today...

[Poland might not have noticed it himself, but the ONLY times he's not hungry enough for something good and hearty at mealtimes, it's because something's bothering him a lot.]

[watchful_knight]

We'll see what we can do. ...do you have a headache?

[reckless_eagle]

...Yeah. It like, hurts pretty bad.

[Which is what happens when you're a tiny little trap and have enough vodka to knock out a horse.]

[watchful_knight]

[Offers to make him whatever they use for pickled herring and coffee in the middle ages.]

[reckless_eagle]

Yeah, uhm. That'd like, be way good.

[watchful_knight]

Let's go down to the kitchen, hm?

[Walking towards the door]